Your mask set of stone
in ice before the world
to see and bear a frost;
you stand between me
and the wind that carries
us up; you drag me down.
The warmth I crave; you are
but cold to tempt and dance
in that blasted wasteland.
Bound was I to the winged
one and spoke for all the life
I lived and loved and clung;
but in my final breath, there
your scarlet eyes and foul
light repugnant lit before me.
And now this tie you break;
like a thread it snaps and
the bond I wound shatters,
falling far and fast I howl,
your malice envelops and
the last light I see you sever.